[ There's a little bolt of excitement that runs through him once he feels that warm palm over his throat. He's got a nice Adam's apple, the skin tan here and paler in areas that are usually covered by clothes. He doesn't quite get that France is hinting that he speeds up the tempo, but he doesn't need a clue in. He's encouraged to do so as the other man has drawn near.
America even whimpers as France talks to him, hands grasping the blond beneath him. He shifts, hoping to hit that sweet spot again and picks up the pace rather generously. His rocking is strong and rapid— a big change from his performance earlier— his eyelids growing heavier, especially if France decides to give his neck anymore pressure, no matter how much or how little. ]
Please.
[ Oh. He's gotten a polite word out of him. Please what, though? He doesn't specify, but good to know he has some manners. ]
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America even whimpers as France talks to him, hands grasping the blond beneath him. He shifts, hoping to hit that sweet spot again and picks up the pace rather generously. His rocking is strong and rapid— a big change from his performance earlier— his eyelids growing heavier, especially if France decides to give his neck anymore pressure, no matter how much or how little. ]
Please.
[ Oh. He's gotten a polite word out of him. Please what, though? He doesn't specify, but good to know he has some manners. ]